Chapter 3, Revelations

Kyle ran up to Jan's dead body, it was blistered and scorched, her face was not even truly visible, he only knew it was Jan by the gentle curves that she had. Her body lay still as the cold midnight air, smoke still poured from her breast. Kyle laid his head down on her stomach, tears streaming from his eyes too the surface that his head now lay on. Pain struck in his heart, pain that could not be administered by 1,000's of Imperial torture droids, grief shook his soul to the core, down it nothing, for the first time truly exposing it to the outside world. The feeling of grief and distress quickly turned in to those spiteful emotions of hostility and insanity, he needed revenge for all what it was worth, he needed to slay the man, the devil that did this to his beloved former wife. The thought of Jan now being him former wife was an unbearable thought and fueled his hostility and insanity that much more, he then rushed at…..

Kyle never got to see what he had rushed at, what he had attacked in response to Jan's death for now he was back in his rigid bed, covered in cold sweet. It took several prolonged seconds to pass before he got his mind under him, he was back in his Jungle home, all was safe, it was only the day after Jan had gone missing and all he had just scene was a dream, wasn't it… Kyle thought of his early days at the Yavin Jedi Academy, when he was still just a young earner arrogant student, he remembered a lesson on Jedi dreams, for Jedi do not dream. Kyle hadn't dreamt in the lost 14 years,

"The Jedi mind still works in it's sleep it lets it's self wonder" Luke had said. Then Kyle came to his senses, he could not of been where ever Jan was, he had to have been in his bed the whole time, there fore this had to be a vision, of the past? No, Kyle ruled that out in an instant, he would of remembered such an event and it would have had to of taken place by yesterday. Could it have been a vision of the present, no once again Kyle was safe and sound in his Yavin home, he was not with Jan even though that was the thing he wanted most in the world. The only choice left was the future, for Kyle decided he was seeing his own future, the death of his own wife, in the future. This was more then Kyle could bare, his wife would be dead, and he could not stop it, he could not alter the will of the force, could he? Kyle pondered the issue, but then cursed himself for doing so, Jan was out there and he was still here wondering if some vision was true or not, he was a man of action, this vision would be dealt with when he had sovereign emotions, when he was under control.

Tatooine's twin suns blistered the surrounding barren landscape. Cal Ors labored in the scorching heat, beads of sweat poured down his wrinkled brow as he lifted his illegal cargo from the ground to his ships loading ramp. He had not come to Tatooine to smuggle, nothing could be father from the truth. He wasn't even planing on this little voyage to Tatooine, he instead on his way to a remote Kressle area, a blue milk run that was gonna earn him a few million credits, and those credits could go a long way, in his mission to get his wife back. For this old hoodlum had deservedly lost his wife, only a year before, then his daughter. He dammed both of them for cutting of contact with him, reflecting on the issue it had been his fault, but his old stubborn self would not let him admit that. Although his blue milk run had been interrupted, his frigate had been shot down well he was in the middle of changing jump points, this of course was in Tatooine space. Tulococio came out of the cargo hold, the petite lean Rodian female green skin was dealing with the Tatooine twin suns much better then old Cal was.

"Sir just a question, for what reason are we bringing cargo aboard your ship, if it can't even get of the ground." Cal looked at his young board hand, she had much too learn of the art, although she was progressing nicely in her first two months on the arduous and laborious job.

"Tulococio you have much to learn of the art of smuggling, you see the whole profession is not based on aptitude, or skill, it all luck. How do you think that Lando is so dam good, that pirate is just good and lucky. And we'll wait to get lucky, get a hyperspace drive, soon enough once we dig in too that large stream of luck. " The Rodain sat next her boss, with a hopeless look on her face,

"Yea well from my current position I don't see much luck coming this way, I mean first we jump in too the wrong system. Then were shot down by some enemy fighters, no warning what so ever. And now were stuck here, where nobody seems to want to help us out for anything, oh and nobody has the parts we need. This place is hell and I can't see were luck is gonna help us." Cal did not think instilling this philosophy could be so hard, although with every new recruit had something they had trouble understand.

It's like playing sabac, you have some good hands and some bad ones, this for us is a bad one. Although a good one is gonna come along, we can just hope it comes sooner then later." The two sat their just waiting, talking of luck and the use of it in there business, for a dangerous occupation it is, although it had it's rewards……